A/N: Let's get right down to this, after I thank my reviewers one last time:

Sasuninja13: Yes I do love my happy endings, haha. I'm just delighted to be able to share the story with you and others, it has been an amazing ride my friend. :)

Fanwriter9: I thought you might! Yes father and son bonding moments are always sweet and special, and I tried to convey that in the chapter. Hope you enjoy the ending!

BananaB0mb: Well first of all, thank you so much for allowing me to use your OC in the epilogue. It was so fun to write him in and I really hope I did him justice and I'm also hoping you get a laugh out of his part. And yea, I thought it was about time for some humor after all that's happened. Oh that makes me so happy to know you liked the bonding moment. And dude, that sounds amazing, it's not where I was taking it, but it sounds totally epic. Kudos for such an interesting idea my friend. And thanks as always for your positive input. *hugs* Now no more teasing! I'll let you read it now, hehe.

cheesyteal'c: Well thank ya! I did try to make it an enjoyable happy ending. Yes I love it, it definitely captured my attention! I really hope you enjoy this final update.

NinjaxSketcheartx: Yep you were! You can has cookie for that. That's so funny, after I posted it I was thinking of the song, not even realizing it was so similar to that lyric, as I used it to refer to the fireflies and family love and all that. So glad you liked it, and glad you love Rascal too! He's adorable and doesn't even know it. And also, thanks for giving my fic a read.

Sev Fett of the cuy'val dar 10: Couldn't have said it better myself. Nicely put. Yes Sly will do everything he can to ensure that Rascal has a loving family and his parents are there for him for many years to come. He wants to give his son what he unfortunately couldn't have for very long. Hmm…you may be onto something. I don't want to give too much away, but I think you'll like this last update!

cheesebread222: It's been so wonderful to have you here since the beginning. I don't think I would've kept going if you haven't reviewed that first day in all honesty. I'm a bit self-conscious about my work, and I know I seem to be repeating myself as well, but I really am thrilled you've enjoyed it. It's been wonderful to give this to the Sly fanfiction community and have people actually like it. And yes, thank you, I wanted him to propose in a way that was very Bentley-esque. He goes about things much differently but still comes off romantic for his lady. You know, I actually was planning on making a one-shot about Rascal's first Christmas, but wasn't sure if I should wait until December to do so. If people want to see it now, I'd love to write it up though. It's been great my friend. And, let's just say I have one last little surprise up my sleeve…

I don't own Dominic Bordeaux. He is an OC owned by BananaB0mb.

Epilogue: New Year, New Agent

On the west edge of Paris, a transfer officer was reporting to Interpol Headquarters for her very first night on the job. She was escorted by two male officials who doubled as her security team, not that she needed one, as she could effortlessly take down any adversary who crossed paths with her. The chief of the Interpol branch she previously worked for requested she be accompanied regardless.

They held the doors open for her and gestured for her to enter. "After you Inspector," the husky insisted.

She nodded and walked ahead of her escorts. "Merci, Nelson," she answered in a soft but authoritative voice.

"Did you attend any parties to ring in the New Year?" the husky asked her as they entered.

"I would have, but I was busy wrapping up the Ricardo case," she answered absently while she studied the main office with a focused expression.

Katrina was writing down messages at the front desk and glanced up to see the three. Her pen fell out of her hand and rolled onto the desk. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled as she lifted her pointer finger and tapped an acrylic nail to her chin. "Hello…who do we have here?" the wolf wondered, her eyes ablaze with curiosity.

The female who was joined by her canine escorts maintained stride with her for the remainder of their walk to Barkley's office. Each new hallway was scattered with a few officers, and when they caught sight of the striking Inspector, which didn't take long as she was the kind of girl that grabbed attention as soon as she stepped into a room, the male Constables and Inspectors, and even a Commissioner or two, stopped dead in their tracks. They froze in place, their eyes locked on her, and while their bodies remained motionless, their heads turned so their wandering eyes could follow her and watch her hips sway and bushy tail weave with looks of pure lust. A wolf whistle even sounded from a few unabashed pigs.

The Inspector was accustomed to getting reactions of that nature from males, and instead of rolling her eyes and scoffing, she chose to play along, as she would smile in their direction and wink every now and then, and this left the males' minds swirling with desire for this mysterious new girl who had not only graced their place of work with her presence, but gave them a second glance as well. And when she disappeared around the corner, their brains were left to scramble as they struggled to remember exactly where they were headed after venturing out of their offices in the first place.

One of the shameless officers howled in her direction as she and the two males with her passed. That officer was a Constable, a dingo named Dominic Bordeaux. He was strolling down an intersecting hallway with a fellow Constable, a jackal, when the female and her entourage walked by. His eyes were gleaming with excitement when he caught sight of the striking stranger.

"Whoa, hey Jared. Jared!" Dominic said to the jackal, slapping him roughly and repeatedly on the shoulder to get his attention. "Have you ever seen such a hot babe around HQ before?"

The jackal grimaced and casually rubbed at the spot on his shoulder the dingo had slapped, and shrugged, trying to act indifferent, when in reality he felt the same way. But he was too absorbed in the information on the papers in his hands to respond in an enthusiastic manner. "Uh, yea she's pretty attractive I guess. I'd say Carmelita was just as attractive though."

Dominic snorted noisily as he peered around the corner, watching her walk away, his bristly tail whipping eagerly. "Not even man! Did you see her just now? Inspector Fox is not even in this girl's league! Besides, Carmelita's been gone for months. She's old news." Dominic's ears then flicked as a new thought crossed his mind. He smiled brightly and looked to the more serious canine. "Hey, you think she's her replacement?"

Jared shrugged and scratched at the coarse fur on his chin. "Could be," he mused quietly.

Dominic prattled on as he maintained stride with him, oblivious to the jackal's desire to concentrate on the report in his hands. "She looked pretty important too! Those two big guys with her, they must be her bodyguards or something, you think she's famous?"

Jared shot him a sideways glance. "Why would someone famous need to associate personally with Interpol?"

The dingo shrugged. "Never know Jare. Maybe she's bored with the celebrity life. Or maybe she's working on a new action flick and needs firsthand experience."

Jared snickered inwardly and shook his head while flipping to the next page of the report he held. "Sure Dom, that's it."

Dominic smoothed his tousled head of sandy colored fur. "You think I have a chance with her?"

Jared stopped still and gave the shorter male an incredulous look, his bushy brows knitted together. Despite being a bit too young for her, from what he could tell, Dominic also possessed more than a few quirks that a female resembling a supermodel would never go for. He himself knew better than to even consider going after a female as intimidating as her. But he didn't want to offend his naïve dingo friend too badly. Instead he grinned and chuckled, raising his pen that he gripped and pointed it at Dominic's torso. "I think you might wanna hit the gym a little and get rid of that gut before pursuing a woman like her, Dom. Just a thought."

Dominic's gaze dropped to his pudgy stomach and he rubbed a hand over it with a frown. He felt disgruntled, realizing his friend was right. But seconds later, the bright glimmer in his hazel eyes returned and he looked up to see that Jared was already nearing the end of the hallway. "Hey!" the dingo called and jogged after him. "Hey how about you go with me then? We could be gym buddies! You know? And we could probably get a solid deal on memberships if we signed up together. We could stop by tomorrow afternoon. And then we could go out for pizza afterward. I mean I know you're supposed to eat healthy after exercising but I see it as a reward, you know?" Dominic continued to talk Jared's ear off as they rounded the corner, much to the jackal's dismay.

Meanwhile, the female and her escorts were approaching the steps to Chief Barkley's office, when the Inspector saw another male out of the corner of her eye. She looked just long enough to see his jaw drop and her white ears flicked to the sound of him dropping whatever he'd been carrying.

She abruptly turned around and noticed he was an otter, not the most attractive one, and his attire didn't help his case, but he seemed nice enough, as far as she could tell. The poor guy had dropped a stack of papers he'd been carrying when he saw her, and she of course knew that she was the reason for his distraction. She tilted her head sympathetically and walked over to where he was kneeling down and hastily picking up papers that were scattered all over the floor around him.

"Let me help you sir," she offered.

The otter's head whipped up and he stared at the striking goddess standing before him. His jaw dropped to the floor, and he tried to say something to her, but of course he couldn't form a single coherent syllable. He just gawked stupidly as he watched her collect a few papers from where they'd fallen. She looked back up at him. "I noticed that I was partially responsible for this, so it's appropriate that I help you," she explained. "Sorry to have disrupted your errand, Mr.…?"

"W-W-Winth…thorp," he finally stuttered out. "D-D-D-Detective Win-th-thorp."

She nodded. "Winthorp," she noted.

"I'm glad you disrupted my errand," he blurted without thinking, and then wanted to slap himself for saying it.

A small chortle escaped her coral pink lips. She handed him the last of the papers and then studied his uniform, which made him blush furiously. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her crystal blue eyes shimmering like diamonds. "Nice bowtie," she commented with a genuine smile. She patted his shoulder and rejoined her escorts. "Great to have met you, Detective Winthorp," she called in a soft voice over her shoulder.

He watched her and the canines enter Barkley's office, but he couldn't move his feet. They seemed to be stuck to the floor as if superglued there. His mouth still hanging open he slowly looked down at the shoulder where her gloved hand had been merely moments ago. "She…touched me," he whispered. The otter thought it so strange to see a vixen at HQ that wasn't a feisty red fox with a Spanish accent, and wondered why this new girl was here. For once, his mind was scrambled from interaction with a beautiful vixen, but this time, it wasn't Carmelita.

The vixen stepped into the vast office, followed by the male officials. Barkley closed the door behind him and adjusted his suspenders as he greeted the three. "It's an honor to have you join our branch, Inspector Glacier," he said reaching up to shake her hand.

She immediately returned the handshake. "The honor is working for you, Chief Barkley," she answered in the same low but distinct voice. "The team you preside over is responsible for bringing many wanted individuals to justice, if I have been informed correctly by my superiors."

He had to struggle a bit to maintain his composure at the alluring vixen's words. He cleared his throat. "Yes, I do my best to ensure that all criminals are given the punishment they rightfully deserve."

She nodded in agreement.

There was an instance of silence that gave the badger enough time to study his newest Inspector that would now be working for him. Her fur was a pure white, and the texture appeared to be incredibly soft. She was dressed in the magnificent Interpol uniform females were required to wear on the job: the strapless zip-up blue top, yellow Interpol jacket with three-quarter sleeves, yellow gloves, and tight jeans that were tucked into her tan lace-up heeled boots. Her figure was undeniably appealing, and every small curve of her body made her look as if she had been crafted by angels. Despite her very petite exposed torso, she was noticeably busty, her cleavage nearly impossible to ignore, due to her assets being pushed together by the tight material of her midriff top.

The edges of her jawline had just the right amount of sharpness while still having a smooth quality to them at points. Her facial fur appeared to be well groomed and trimmed along her muzzle, while wispy and fluffy around her cheeks. Her pointed white ears stuck out over her glossy strawberry blonde locks that swirled downward in loose spiral curls. And her eyes were, without a doubt, the feature that could not go unnoticed on her; in fact, it was her crystal blue eyes that others were fixated on when first noticing her.

The white fox picked up on the badger's scrutiny right away, and smiled down at him. "Arctic fox," she answered. "I assume that you're studying me to determine what species I am."

Barkley looked up at her, shaken from his secret admiration of the new beauty in his office. "Oh, um…yes, I was just…" He cleared his throat in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, "…yes, just, just trying to figure out what your place of origin is. I'm a little confused by your French accent being that you appear to be from the arctic region."

She didn't buy that for a second, but smiled respectfully before unexpectedly switching languages on him, her impeccable accent making it impossible to determine exactly which one her native tongue was. "Mes excuses pour la confusion. Pourriez-vous me préférez parler la langue française elle-même au lieu réel?" She pushed a strand of hair off her shoulder in a nonchalant manner."Kannski þú vilt frekar íslensku?"

Barkley looked up at her with wide eyes, and the cigar almost fell out of his mouth. He looked to the canines. The mastiff adjusted his dark shades and spoke up. "She's fluent in seven languages, sir. Language is not a barrier for her. She can act and speak in any way that is necessary to complete tasks given to her. Of course I'm sure you've also been informed of her knowledge in the fighting style of Capoeira and of her previous affiliation with the FBI."

Barkley nodded. "Yes, and I assure you we are thrilled and privileged to have you on the force here in the Paris branch, Inspector Glacier."

She bowed her head respectfully and smiled.

When her escorts left, Barkley issued Glacier a sleek weapon that he informed her would be hers to use from then on. The arctic fox examined the blue and silver shock pistol, running her fingers along each groove on the pistol grip, and flipping it slowly to view it from all angles.

"That is a brand new model," the stout badger informed her. "Top of the line in shock weaponry, very cutting edge, perfect for an Inspector of your caliber to use." He almost laughed at his partial pun. "And, with its new targeting and excellent rage capabilities, we hope it will increase the chances of catching that…" he clenched his fists…"vile, low-down sneak of a scoundrel, Sly Cooper."

"A criminal at large?" she questioned, still studying the shiny metal weapon.

He walked around to his desk and opened a drawer. "Well, in a way yes," he answered as he sifted through the many manila folders and pulled out the infamous raccoon thief's police file. He walked over and handed it to the vixen, who took it once she'd holstered her pistol. "He's at large, that's for certain. The one problem we're currently facing is that he seems to be laying low right now, gone into hiding. We're not completely sure why he is at this point, but we have very good reason to believe it has something to do with Inspector Fox."

She lifted her head up and her gaze fell upon the stout badger again. "Inspector Fox?"

Barkley cleared his throat and a gruff scowl formed on his face. "Yes, the Inspector that worked for Interpol before you arrived. She failed to catch him, time and time again. Other criminals were no problem for her, but him?" he shook his head. "Never could. To make a long story short, he worked here while feigning amnesia, and then reverted to thieving. While he worked here however, she and he shared some sort of romantic relationship. And about the same time he disappeared after reverting, she disappeared as well. Of course we have no solid proof that she's the reason for his disappearance, but it's all we have to go by." Barkley crossed his arms and stared out the window in deep contemplation. "Ever since she quit, there is no one strictly pursuing him as an individual, as he was her prime target for years. Now, it's like he's fallen off the face of earth. It's...odd. It makes me wonder why he would just up and give up stealing just like that, when he's been doing it a great deal of his life..."

Glacier's eyes shimmered in the dim office light as she smiled and simply replied, "Well sir, what's the fun in stealing if there's no one trying to catch you?"

After a moment, he pressed his lips together and nodded. "Well, that's why you're here. Sly Cooper is now your primary target. I'm putting you in charge of his case and never-ending pursuit. Hopefully, you can do what Miss Fox never could, and finally put this thief behind bars permanently."

"I see. Are there other current targets that I should be informed of that I will be in pursuit of as well?"

He ran a hand through the little bit of fur that sprouted out on top of his head. "Well, we do have a few leads on a new gang that may be in the process of being formed. Sources have informed Interpol to keep an eye out for this group of six individuals that collectively are referring to their group as The Slascherr Gang, a band of potential criminals that may be planning some elaborate crimes in the near future." He returned to his files and retrieved the one labeled Slascherr Gang and handed it to her. She skimmed through it and of the blurry images of the gang members, she picked up on the fact that one was some kind of avian, an eagle perhaps? Or an owl…maybe a hawk of some sort?

"Study both targets," Barkley ordered. "But for now, keep Cooper as your main priority. This new team is only a minimal threat right now. Sly Cooper and his gang are the ones that need to be pursued currently, before they steal anything else."

"Understood chief," she responded with a formal nod of her head, hugging the files to her chest.

Barkley fished a lighter out of his pocket and lit his cigar. "That's all the information I have for you right now. Just get familiar with your current thief target, and we'll relay more information to you as it comes. Now, let me show you to your new office." He motioned for her to follow him as he led her to down another series of hallways to the door of the office that was formerly Carmelita's. He retrieved a set of keys from another pocket on his trousers, unlocked the door and ushered her in.

The vixen scanned the room, taking in the environment she would be spending a great deal of her time in when she wasn't in the field. It was void of any decorations, a very bland, empty office, but the couch in one end looked comfortable enough, and the desk appeared to be in decent condition. The tall window to the right displayed a magnificent view of the city and night sky overhead. The large moon up above seemed to dominate the sky with its marvelous light.

Barkley took a long drag from his cigar and blew the smoke out in a puff. "Well ,this is it. Your new office. If you ever have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me or the Head Inspectors you'll be working under." He then grinned up at her and saluted. "Welcome aboard, Inspector Glacier."

She smiled back. "Thank you kindly sir. I will familiarize myself with my targets right away."

He nodded, then turned and exited the office, returning to his own. When he was well on his way down the hall and had rounded a corner and disappeared from sight, the vixen peered through her doorway, looking from left to right. When she was absolutely certain the hallway was vacant, she ducked back inside and closed her office door firmly.

She raised the Slascherr Gang file and casually tossed it onto her desk, unconcerned at hearing the many papers from the file spill out across its surface. She was too busy studying the other file that she gripped in her gloved hands to care. She opened it, and her crystal eyes began scanning the information Interpol had on the underhanded raccoon thief Sly Cooper.

She smirked as she read 'believed to have run off with ex-Inspector Carmelita Fox,' confirming Barkley's statement, and she nodded to herself.

"So," Glacier said aloud with a pleased smile. "You like foxes, huh Cooper? Mm, I believe I can make that work to my advantage."

She flipped through the file until she came across a clear picture of him, and her eyes widened. The raccoon in the picture was far too handsome to be a criminal, and he somehow appeared to possess an air of charisma. He had very chiseled features, and his eyes were warm and had a mischievous gleam in them.

The arctic fox's lips parted as she slowly ran a hand over his image, locking it away in her memory permanently. "So….cute," she whispered.

She read a line under his photo: 'most wanted international thief'.

"Most wanted is right," she said, narrowing her eyes as she carefully studied every individual detail of his chiseled face. "Who wouldn't want that?"

As soon as she had locked his image away in the intricate workings of her sharp mind, she resolved that he would be quite interesting to pursue. And a real challenge as well, and oh how she craved a good challenge.

She closed the file and placed it on her desk next to the other one. She then turned and sauntered over to the large window where the radiant moonlight shone through the glass. She stared up into the starry sky, looking out over the great city of Paris with lidded eyes, and folded her arms across her chest thoughtfully.

"It seems that you're laying low with this fox you've run off with. But, as well as I know thieves, I'm aware of the desire to steal and how unavoidable it is. It's something a true thief simply cannot live life without doing. So I'll be waiting for the day you make your glorious comeback. And when you do, I'll be right there, you can count on that." She looked back over at the police file, her bushy tail swishing, the pleased smile still present on her full lips.

She ran two fingers along the smooth barrel of her pistol and gave a sensuous laugh of satisfaction that resonated in her throat.

"Well master thief, Sly Cooper, I must say, it's going to be a real pleasure, hunting you down, and making you my personal prize catch…this shall prove to be fun…"

Wow, I can't express to you all what a wonderful experience writing this story was for me. Thank you all who were a part of it, and many thanks to those who gave me feedback, constructive criticism, and encouraged me to keep going. I know I've told a lot of you this, but I didn't have this piece planned out in any way initially, so ultimately, I'm happy with the end result. And like I always say, I only hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed creating it up for you. It's been such an amazing summer, and start of fall, making this my primary project and a great way to pass the time as I wait patiently for Thieves in Time to be released.

Now, about this new Inspector, she, as well as the Slascherr Gang, and many others, will appear in the sequel, The Fine Line Between Good and Evil.

That is, if you guys would like to see a sequel... *shrugs and scratches head sheepishly*

So, what do you think? Would you be interested in seeing the adventure continue?

Anyways, thank you so much for reading The Fine Line Between Right and Wrong.

-ForeverFreelancer